judgement in the air
makes way for hateful stares
the ac is malfunctioning
repair it so i can feel something

hatred fills your lungs
and im just too young
but i know what i am
and i have since her hands

since our long talks
since her bright eyes
since our laughter
since we both cried

i tried to force it out
but it still remains
just waiting and waiting
for the day that i finally say
its okay to be this way

What is the separation of dawn and dusk
The spectrum of a self-harming creation
And lasting exactly as long as it takes
The mixture to disconnect into faces

Softly
falling
like ossuary waters

What fixtures of me will hold; dawn into dusk
The sections, I hope, of a beautiful thing
That bleeds into the same color
That it now is instead

Blurry euphoria and all too much
Like the complexity of flowers,
Poses, wraps, Antheia, paths
Direct and lifelong circumspect

Softly
falling
away
exploring

Before I sleep let dawnlight level
Afore what darkness had unsettled
The threshold pulled beneath
Increasingly brilliant morning’s breed

Exploding
softly
or i say

i can’t be one of the safe
shadows
unexplored for years

in light but the air
betrays
dawn stars and dusk

Softly
lift me
separate or
destroy

Something living between dawn / dusk
A pressure like the sky is collapsing
And knowing why but letting the pattern
Discretize in the dark of my pupils

What is the recomposition of like
Exactly the same compilation of light
Displayed in a larger resolution yet
Shattering shattering shattering

Softly
falling
like day destroys night

well, what's wrong with a little destruction

some gasoline and combustion

dam up all emotions and **** it all to hell

i fantasize you croak like toad, in ditch, six feet you fell